Life is tough...

I moved into a new apartment recently with a guy...well, man...who sent his wife and kid back to India, just before i moved in, so that his kid can join a school there, because education was costly in the United States. The kid is four years old. I did not quite know how to react when, a couple of nights ago, he started talking about all the hardships he was facing in life, about the tough decision of whether to stay here or go back, etc.. All i could think of was about the millions below the poverty line, struggling for their next day's meal. He earns in dollars and i guess that's saying enough for a corporate Indian in USA, more often than not.

I just hope that I won't live to see a day when i'd acknowledge the seriousness of what he was talking about...